roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Monday, November 21, 2011
The day in slivered creep....
The day in slivered creep peers closer through the dawn,
to pull with bright, sharp claws the dregs of night,
and dangle teasing breath on sunlight's brittle face,
slow toss of tangled locks on dreaming darkness.
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